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crossing_lostrp2007-02-26 12:47 am
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[Veronica] -Where the hell am I going?
Who: Veronica
Where: Stumbling upon the bunker
When: After the amnesia hits
Invited: Anyone!
Status: Complete
When Veronica left the beach to head to the bunker, she knew who she was. On her way there however, things got hazy, and then all of a sudden like magic she had no idea whatsoever who she was or what she was doing. She also didn’t know where she was going or where she came from. This was a terrible feeling for the teenager, who felt pretty helpless at this turn of events. She knew things, like she knew who the first president was, and how many things were in a Baker’s Dozen, but she didn’t know who she was, and that was terrifying.
When it hit her, she felt dizzy and weird. She had no clue what was going on. It was a horrible thing to not know who you were, and to just have everything in your mind be completely blank.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I dead? Maybe this is my coping mechanism… That might make sense, right?
It occurred to her, while she was walking, that it just might be a good idea to check her pockets, so she took a moment to sit down and breathe. She pulled out a wallet and inside were several pictures of people, and she was in some of them, but she didn’t know who the other people were. She also noticed that she had several IDs. Most of them bore the name Veronica Mars, one of them was for a 17 year old Veronica Mars, one for a 22 year old Veronica Mars, and one for a 24 year old Veronica Mars. There were a couple others with different names on them, which was greatly confusing to the already horribly confused girl.
What the hell kind of name is Veronica Mars? That must be fake.
For now she had to go by something, and judging by these IDs, Veronica seemed to be the best bet. But how old was she? She certainly didn’t think that she was 22 or 24, so that probably meant that she was 17. She looked at some of the pictures, flipping them over to see if names meant anything. Only one picture had writing on the back of it, and it was one of her and some other taller blonde girl. It said.
Lilly and Veronica, ages 16 and 15
Who was this Lilly? Was she Veronica’s sister? Veronica didn’t know why but looking at this picture of Lilly and herself made her very said.
Frustrated, she put everything back in her wallet, tucking it away, while playing with the star necklace around her neck. She didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed like it was important to her somehow. She continued walking until she was nearly exhausted and had reached some kind of…bunker.
“What the hell?”
Where: Stumbling upon the bunker
When: After the amnesia hits
Invited: Anyone!
Status: Complete
When Veronica left the beach to head to the bunker, she knew who she was. On her way there however, things got hazy, and then all of a sudden like magic she had no idea whatsoever who she was or what she was doing. She also didn’t know where she was going or where she came from. This was a terrible feeling for the teenager, who felt pretty helpless at this turn of events. She knew things, like she knew who the first president was, and how many things were in a Baker’s Dozen, but she didn’t know who she was, and that was terrifying.
When it hit her, she felt dizzy and weird. She had no clue what was going on. It was a horrible thing to not know who you were, and to just have everything in your mind be completely blank.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I dead? Maybe this is my coping mechanism… That might make sense, right?
It occurred to her, while she was walking, that it just might be a good idea to check her pockets, so she took a moment to sit down and breathe. She pulled out a wallet and inside were several pictures of people, and she was in some of them, but she didn’t know who the other people were. She also noticed that she had several IDs. Most of them bore the name Veronica Mars, one of them was for a 17 year old Veronica Mars, one for a 22 year old Veronica Mars, and one for a 24 year old Veronica Mars. There were a couple others with different names on them, which was greatly confusing to the already horribly confused girl.
What the hell kind of name is Veronica Mars? That must be fake.
For now she had to go by something, and judging by these IDs, Veronica seemed to be the best bet. But how old was she? She certainly didn’t think that she was 22 or 24, so that probably meant that she was 17. She looked at some of the pictures, flipping them over to see if names meant anything. Only one picture had writing on the back of it, and it was one of her and some other taller blonde girl. It said.
Lilly and Veronica, ages 16 and 15
Who was this Lilly? Was she Veronica’s sister? Veronica didn’t know why but looking at this picture of Lilly and herself made her very said.
Frustrated, she put everything back in her wallet, tucking it away, while playing with the star necklace around her neck. She didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed like it was important to her somehow. She continued walking until she was nearly exhausted and had reached some kind of…bunker.
“What the hell?”
[Ami, Damon/Chris]
"Huh?" Millie asked.
"Hmm," Ami turned to Scott and the stove, focusing on preparing the pancakes. "I think that someone wasn't being a very good listener."
"How'd you know all that? From what she," Chris indicated Millie, "said, I didn't think Chloe talked to you guys."
Ami gave a disinterested shrug. "Maybe Daniel and Chloe weren't the only ones with journals or who were disseminating information."
[Scott] Peacemaker
[George/"Millie"] Alone in her head...probably.
"Fine," Millie said under her breath. She went back to washing dishes with more force--and splashing--than was strictly necessary. She kept up a running commentary inside her head, though.
It was only when she'd run down that occurred to Millie that Ami was one of the psychics. Maybe she could hear what Millie was thinking! A glance at Ami didn't prove anything one way or the other, though she wasn't looking daggers at Millie so maybe not. Nonetheless, Millie imagined a great big bright KEEP OUT! sign.
(Boy, living with mind readers would suck...)
OOC: FYI to the psychics--Millie is worrying unnecessarily. Nobody can read her mind, or Daisy's. They're dead, after all. Well, undead, but still....